Summary

"Hey, we can always try it again. And maybe I can do stuff you like, too. Even the score a little."

What she likes is just more of the same—a sweetheart of a boyfriend and orgasms on the regular—and to get him looking all flushed and pretty and bashful. It would be criminal to seal that up in a vault.

Well, there's also the other stuff she wants. But it requires extending this already somewhat excruciating conversation. Still, she cocks her head.

Summary

"What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.

“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

Summary

Natasha Romanov enjoys the bond she has with Thor, Clint, Bruce and Steve, all of them fellow Dominants, yet each of them is aware that they are orbiting the empty space where their submissive should be. Tony Stark is publicly a sub, yet none of them can get a grip on what he is in private, and when he is revealed to be a compatible sub to them, he doesn't take it well. They will have to fight against his demons to claim him, and in the process prove to him that he is worthy of being theirs and that they are worthy of possessing him.